A/N: Fanfiction for fanfiction? What madness is this?! Of course this isn't the first time I've responded to a fanfiction I've liked. Either way, if you haven't read "Gargoyles" by defectivebrainstorm I suggest you march your little fanny out of this story and read it. Now. NAO!

This takes place long after the Storm Hawks are gone. Or at least ten years or so after they are gone. And as for the plot of "Gargoyles", it doesn't really exist. I'm just taking the characters for a spin!

If I could choose the categories for this, I would say "Humor" and "Awesome" but since I can't I'll just put "General".

"Got a big plan his mind's set maybe it's right at the right place and right time- maybe tonight."

- "Tear You Apart" by She Wants Revenge.

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I wish I could say, "It started innocently enough."

But hey, let's be honest here. There ain't nobody on this ship that I could deem as "innocent" without then proceeding to laugh my guts out onto the floor of the Merlin. Angel is, despite his name, a vicious kid with a vicious sense of humor. He's not a bad kid… he's just no angel. If you didn't know any better you might say Fraggle, our resident Speedy Gonzales and carrier pilot, is innocent, but in reality he's just so dumb he doesn't know how to be bad. I don't think that really counts as innocence. Varan might be a sugar puff, but I know the sad, sad reason why the innocence of his eyes has been filed away to dullness by the experience of his past. Wasp is… Wasp is Wasp. I don't even want to know the shit she's been in, literally and figuratively. About the closest I could get to innocence, on this ship anyway, is my boy Falshade. He's just about the most nauseatingly heroic punk I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, in all my short sixteen years of life.

I mean seventeen.

Did I mention it all started the day I turned seventeen?

And by that I mean eight days ago?

Varan, being the Commander of All Things Cake, burst into my room seven AM in the morning with a three-layer, tres leches bizcocho. Lips peeled back to bare all of his teeth in a big grin, he led the stampede of my squadron mates, all howling at the top of their lungs as they dragged me out of my cozy bed and hefted me up high. I remember screaming something about their ancestors feeling the pain when I was done with them but they ignored me as per usual. I was swept out of my room by two hyperactive boys, a blizzarian fuzzball and a cake-toting lizard.

Wasp, of course, was no where to be seen. But I'll get to that later.

So yeah, by ten in the morning the bridge was a total wreck. There was cake everywhere, due to the fact that the moment they set me down I dug out a handful of the tres leches and hurled it right into Fraggle's face, prompting an all-out food fight between everyone while Varan was shrieking for us to stop ruining his masterpiece (I do feel bad about it now, but at that moment I was too livid to care). At least until he got a mouth full of frosting topped with shredded coconut. It was white frosting, which was fine, but it also had accents of pink. Pink! That shit was begging to be thrown.

It was delicious, by the way. Even if it was pink.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I keep on getting distracted from the real meat of the story, don't I? But I can't help it. I'm just so fucking distraught right now…

OK. OK. Moving backwards in time now. Back to the birthday. I mentioned Wasp wasn't there, right? Well she shows up not too long after. There's only one layer left of the three layer cake, and she's looking reasonably sane at the moment which is why I of course offered her the first slice of actually sliced cake. Up till then we'd just been shoving it straight from our hands to our mouths in between volleys of cake-tastic missiles. I don't know what I was thinking when I did that- lapse in judgment, I guess, or maybe in the mayhem I forgot how she can be- so when I gave her the plate she held it like a waiter, her fingertips supporting it from beneath instead of grabbing it on the rim of the plate like a normal person. She blinked at me, and turned her attention to the cake in her hands and blinked at that as well, before gingerly placing the plate on top of her head, arms out to keep her balance as she walked away with her prize. The bridge doors opened and closed, and Wasp was gone.

"Did you really expect anything different?" Angel wanted to know, draping one arm on my shoulder and leaning on me like I was a piece of furniture. I slapped him away with a rapid flutter of my hands, going "shoo shoo shoo shoo shoo shoo! Notouchie!" and the incident was forgotten.

Until the next day when she shows up for breakfast- with the cake still on her head. She'd apparently gotten the hang of having desert balancing on top of your noggin, because she moved quick as you please to her seat at the table and plonked herself down between me and Falshade and the cake never lost its precarious perch.

"You know that wasn't for decoration, right Wasp?" Angel drawled from his end of the table.

"Well, everyone else was wearing their cake," was Wasp's defense. I blinked. Strangely enough, it made sense. We were covered in cake yesterday. Angel sighed while I coughed into my napkin to keep from bursting out into giggles- I am not a giggler- and Varan informed Wasp that it was all right to eat the cake now.

"Breakfast of champions…" she murmured under her breath with a pleased smile, placing the plate down on the table before dunking her finger into the icing and loudly slurping it off and proclaiming it to taste like garbage before scarfing down the rest of it. By then it was really getting hard to control myself so I walked outside to allow a few chuckles- chuckles, not giggles- out of my mouth, propping myself against the hallway of the Merlin.

When I turned around to re-enter the kitchen, the automatic doors slid open and Wasp walked in. I took a step back, startled, and then moved to my left at the same time she moved to her right. The automatic door slid shut behind her, sensing no one trying to get through. Then I moved to my right just as she moved to her left, that awkward dance that people do when they're both trying to get through a cramped space. Perhaps tired of the dance- and in hindsight, she was probably doing it on purpose- Wasp reached out to me and grabbed me by the shoulders, bodily lifting me out of the way and to the side so that she could pass. She patted me on the head as she left to her quarters, adding further salt to my wounds of being so frickin' small.

Now, I don't know if you've ever been on an airship, but let me tell you it's not that glamorous. Atmos is frickin' huge. And not only is Atmos huge, it's also mainly empty. Unless you count deserted and/or uncharted Terras and the Wastelands. The stretch of time to get from one Terra to the other can span for days… and days… and days… and… and well you get the picture. So we do things to pass the time, we work out, spar, we read books, we work out some more, we sleep a shit load, and basically just convert food into poop. And that day, I was feeling antsy, so I went to the training room and decided to show out resident dummies the finesse of kick-assery. I don't know how long I was in there, but it was long, and my mind was pleasantly blank of everything but the buzz in my over used muscles, the sweat stinging my eyes, the lead in my feet and the prospect of a nice, long shower. Maybe a bath.

Those were the only thoughts to cross my mind. That's just how tired I was. How pooped, you might say. But when I opened the automatic sliders and stepped into the hallways there was Wasp again, looking lost. Knowing her, she probably was. Or maybe she was on her way to teach a few dummies a lesson, or maybe trying to catch me and start an impromptu sparring match. We did that sometimes.

Or maybe she was just trying to catch me.

Either way, we had only just started the dance of, 'uh, 'scuse me, I'll go this way, uh, I guess maybe I'll go THAT way then' when she just decided to keep on walking, right into me, before I had to side step it. She kept on walking, arms outstretched to form a cage around me, and I backstepped once, twice, until it became obvious that she was steering me in a mini circle and then it was too late, because I was trapped between a wall and a Wasp place.

I looked up, exasperated and seriously wanting to go take a shower cause (and let's be honest here) I stunk and I knew it. And then I opened my mouth to say, "I'm a little stuck here, Wasp." or something like that.

I should never.

Open.

My mouth.

Ever.

"Mw-mwwalsp?!"